99th heartbeat

Chapter 155 The little beauty of the past [1]

Not only did she want to play the violin perfectly in the movie, but she also wanted to regain her former glory in reality! !
In the past, she was an up-and-coming violinist on campus, but in the future, she will become a famous violinist! !
For Xiang Jia, for herself, she wants to return to the top! !
Bring back the old style! ! !
"Okay, then I will give you three months. After three months, I look forward to seeing your success, and I also look forward to a real 'Shi Weiyi' transforming into a butterfly! Become the real 'becoming' like in the script of the film." Popular female singer'!"

"I can." Sheng Weixu nodded in agreement.

Leaving from the director, Sheng Weixu looked at the silent man walking in front of him, and quietly followed behind.

Sheng Qing's body was tall and slender, and even his back was so eye-catching, with an incomparable temperament.

Some aristocrats are so noble that people can't help admiring them. It is obvious that Sheng Qing is the best of this kind of people.

Looking at the back in front of him, Sheng Weixu couldn't help thinking that when he was a child, he persevered around Sheng Qing like a light chaser, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

That kind of feeling was happy and sweet, even if Sheng Qing kept his face indifferent, it didn't prevent her from following her facelessly.

Back then, she was pure and innocent, as long as she quietly followed behind Sheng Qing, saying 'Brother Sheng Qing' was her nostalgia and dependence.

And Sheng Qing's faint "Xiang Weixu" can make her happy for a few days
The joy of youth is so simple, she misses it so much.

Walking out of the shooting location, it began to rain lightly outside, and the sky was gloomy with dark clouds.

When Sheng Weixu recovered from his thoughts, a faint voice sounded from the side.

"boarding."

Sheng Weixu raised his eyes, just in time to meet Sheng Qing's deep eyes.After a pause, I thought that I just happened to be going home, it was the same place, and it was raining again.

Sheng Weixu was not pretentious, nodded and got into Sheng Qing's car.

Sheng Qing was sitting in the driver's seat, and Sheng Weixu pulled aside the co-pilot's seat, sitting next to Sheng Qing just like before.

Her movements were natural and smooth, making Sheng Qing's eyes three points deeper.

Regarding her actions, Sheng Qing's face softened a little.

The car drove for half an hour, and the rain outside became heavier. Apart from the sound of rain, nothing else could be heard inside the car.

After the car drove for a few more minutes, when Sheng Weixu came back to his senses, he realized that Sheng Qing was not returning to the Waterfront Mansion.

The car stopped in the drizzle.

Sheng Qing got out of the car, opened the trunk, brought out two bottles of wine, turned around and left.

"Sheng Qing."

Sheng Weixu looked at the destination with a heavy heart.

It's a cemetery.

The cemetery where Xiang's family is buried.

Sheng Qing didn't stop, but said in a deep voice, "I haven't talked to your brother for a long time, and I just have time today."

Sheng Qing's pace continued.

Sheng Weixu pursed her lips, her eyes were a little complicated.He took an umbrella from the car and got out of the car.

Sheng Weixu hurried to follow Sheng Qing, opened the umbrella in his hand, and hit Sheng Qing's shoulder with the umbrella.

Sheng Qing paused, and glanced at Sheng Weixu from the corner of his eye.

Sheng Weixu's expression was a little unnatural, and he said, "I, Mr. Sheng, as your personal assistant who is about to pass the assessment, I am starting an internship in advance."

The implication is that my act of holding an umbrella for you is what an assistant should do for his boss!

The two of them were silent all the way to the tomb of Xiang's family of three.

Xiang's father, Xiang Hua, Xiang's mother, Zhao Chuyan, and the eldest son, Xiang Bai.
Looking at the graves of family members, the corners of Sheng Weixu's eyes were sour, and mist could not help coming from his eyes, and even the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly
(End of this chapter)